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The Future Has a Way of Arriving Unannounced (Galen/Sam, PG-13)

Title: The Future Has a Way of Arriving UnannouncedPairing: Galen Tyrol / Sam AndersRating: PG-13Warnings: Spoilers for 4x11 - Sometimes a Great Notion, but occurs pre-series.Prompt:Week 2 Prompts, inspired by quote, element, image, word, character, and song.Summary: A glimpse of their lives.Notes: Thanks to the awesome nursedarry for the beta.

Sam's eyes drifted lazily around the room from his view on the bed. His guitar leaned heavily against the wall in the corner. His clothes were clumped in little masses across the floor, while Galen's disgarded clothes were neatly folded on the chair by the bedroom door. Sam laughed to himself at Galen's fondness for tidiness even when they were stumbling around, not letting lips leave skin.

"I need to go to the market to get some fruit for later." Galen explained from the other side of the bed as he tried to lift himself up. His body was still tired, so he didn't get out of bed so much as flop his head back down on the pillow. The sunlight had already begun straining to enter through the thick curtains. Sam could only sum up the energy to turn his head away from the awful light of day.

"Why do you want to leave when the bed is all warm and I don't have to leave until next week?" Sam asked, his rough voice barely intelligible through the pillow he'd shoved his face into.

"Ellen and Saul are coming over for dinner. They want to see you before your tour starts." Tyrol made another effort to escape the comforts of the soft sheets and blankets.

"Well, I don't want to get out of this bed, so we can have the dinner right here." Sam could feel the mattress shifting as Galen got out, allowing the awful cold air to touch his skin.

"As much as Tory would enjoy that, she's not coming and Saul would rather stab himself in the eye. You'd better help me cook when I get back too."

"You are a shit cook," Sam rolled over into the heat Galen left behind. They both remembered the many times Galen had attempted to make a risotto. More than half of those attempts ended in small kitchen fires.

"Why is it I keep you around again?" Sam joked, the soft skin around his eyes crinkling as his face spread in a grin.

"You keep me around so I can take your beautiful photo." Galen offered, gesturing absently in the direction of the photo gracing the wall by their front door. At first Sam had refused to have his naked torso greet guests into their apartment, but Galen had held his ground. Winning the argument through the underhanded means of using his tongue, Galen framed the photo and Sam simply avoided looking at that 8x10 section of the wall. He might be the world's next biggest rock star, but he wasn't so vain as to worship his own body. He preferred to leave that up to Galen.

"No, that's not it." Sam said softly, bending his leg at the knee to swing it lightly side to side. He could play his own dirty war with Galen to keep him from going out for a few hours longer. The sheet that had been tangled in his legs slid down his calf, which caught Galen's eye as he turned from the closet where he'd been looking for a pair of clean pants.

"Right, I can also make you scream my name and pass out from sheer pleasure." Galen not only had a way with a camera, but also a way with words. The kind of way that made Sam's breath stutter deep in his throat.

"Yep, that's the one." Sam cheerfully agreed, using his toes to inch the sheet down his body. He hoped that Galen would appreciate his hard work from his new vantage point at the sink in the adjoining bathroom.

"No, no, no, that won't work, Sam. I'll deign to pick up a copy of Page Six if it will make you happy, but I need to get going." Galen said with false sweetness as he tried to find a matching jacket.

"Fuck that noise." Sam said with a put upon tone echoing in his voice.

"I'll get the Interview magazine with you on the cover then." Galen said, letting Sam pretend he didn't flip through gossip mags in the convenience store to see if there were any cute photos of them within the pages.

"Your photographs," Sam pointed out. "And you say I'm vain."

"If I were vain, I'd demand that you write a song about me that made sense." Galen laughed his way through his entire sentence, while putting on his socks. He knew he'd only be pulled in with Sam if he sat on the bed, so he tried to balance on one foot. The result made Galen look like an awkward flamingo, which made Sam laugh as well.

"Touché, my friend, touché." Sam acquiesced, knowing he'd lost the battle to the outside world. He knew Galen would be gone for less than an hour, but that was an hour lost as far as Sam was concerned. Galen sensed surrender as Sam, giving up all pretense of holding a pose, deflated into the sea of messy sheets.

"I," Galen said as he leaned over the bed to plant a sloppy kiss to Sam's forehead, "will", followed by a short kiss on the wrinkles next to Sam's left eye, "be", a light kiss on the top of Sam’s nose "right", a kiss that finally landed on Sam's lips, "back." This time a slightly longer kiss over restless lips that wanted more.

"Promise," Galen unknowingly lied as he picked up his glasses and walked out the bedroom door, leaving a smiling Sam to turn over and fall back to sleep.

Dude, how is this sweet and utterly heartbreaking at the same time? Damn that ending. They have no idea. Gah.

I do kind of love the thought of Galen as a photographer. I'm going to pretend from now on that these were their lives before the fall of Earth.

I seriously love this: "I," Galen said as he leaned over the bed to plant a sloppy kiss to Sam's forehead, "will", followed by a short kiss on the wrinkles next to Sam's left eye, "be", a light kiss on the top of Sam’s nose "right", a kiss that finally landed on Sam's lips, "back." This time a slightly longer kiss over restless lips that wanted more.

Really, really adorable. But, oh! What comes next. :(

Thank you soooo much for sharing this and participating in my silly little brain child of an event! Hope to see you around more!

Tyrol looked so happy in the market. His outfit screamed photographer to me with the glasses and the jacket. Until they prove me otherwise, I'm going to pretend he was. And Anders as a rock star isn't that far off. He was a sports star in the current one from the C-Bucs I'm pretty sure.

I'm hoping to do something every week to get my fanfic muscles working again. BSG needz moar p0rn.

I second KC's comment! In my mind this is totally canon! This is so adorable, I love the banter between them and how easy and comfortable and loving everything feels!You created such an awesome backstory with the new information we were given in the show. It's such a perfect glimpse into what their lives could have been like.The ending though *clutches heart* Gah! Poor boys, they have no clue :(Basically this was wonderful and you need to write many many many more fics for the slashathon! :D

I love Ander/Tyrol, even before they were revealed as part of the Final Five, I liked them together. I think it was the moment when they gleefully exploded something and ran off laughing like children.

I'm in love with the idea of them having lives on Earth. Partly because it leads to excuses for porn and pop culture references.

Thirding the above -- this is the new canon. The idea of Galen as a photographer is awesome, and I love how you worked that in with the picture prompt. This connects really well with what we saw on Friday's ep (as sad that is, because we all know how this ends), and it's very IC.